This pretty much captures how I feel EVERY time the UPS truck drives by.
Archives for February 2012
Meaningful Moments
I know that being Mom means I need to carefully guide my little chickadees through life safely. I’m the person they go to for advice and encouragement and fun. Right now they prefer me above all people.
I know this.
I also know that it won’t always be this way. They will grow up and bring new friends and boyfriends and girlfriends into their inner circles and they will prefer their company. They are not going to want me to know their secrets and I might not want to know what kind of fun they’re having.
I know this.
The most meaningful moment I’ve had this year happened when after ignoring my pleas to sit still in a dressing room, I really stopped to see them. Together. In all their squirminess…cracking each other up.
It was in that moment I recognized the friendship they are building with each other is the foundation of something special they’ll carry with them forever. When I’m no longer the person they go to for advice and encouragement and fun…they will have each other.
I love this.
And you know what? One day they will have children and they will freak out and they will all come running back to me. I will regain my position as the person they go to for advice and encouragement and fun.
I will clap my hands and scream, “I knew you would come back to me!!” …another meaningful moment I look forward to having.
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Mini Stromboli
Why Stromboli? Because it contains my favorite Italian ingredients (cheese and sauce) wrapped in dough. What more could I ask for?
Ingredients
- 1/4 c. sun-dried tomato spread
- 1/4 c. basil spread
- 1 clove garlic
- 1 tsp olive oil
- 1/2 c. – 1 c. of fresh spinach chopped
- Tomato Slices
- Sliced Provolone cheese
- Shredded mozzarella cheese
- 1 14 oz. can Pillsbury crescent dough
- 1 egg (beaten)
Directions
Step 1 – Combine sun dried tomato spread with basil spread, olive oil, salt, and garlic.
Step 2 – Spread tomato sauce over dough (leaving an inch on outsides)
Step 3 – Top sauce with sliced provolone cheese.
Step 4 – Add Sliced tomatoes, chopped spinach and mozzarella.
Step 5 – Fold in sides, roll up tightly and brush the entire crust with beaten egg.
Bake in oven @ 400 degrees for 20 minutes or until golden brown and enjoy!
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Life Stories Confessed
1.) Last week we covered your Top 10 Life Stories…this week choose one and share all the details.
One of my ‘life stories’ was this: I owned. and wore. The exact same shoes as my high school Computer teacher.
Here’s what happened…
In ninth grade I pretty much realized the public school kids were not wearing KEDS everyday like the Catholic school kids I’d grown up with. I needed leather shoes and fast if I was ever going to fit in. My Mom was an easy sell. She handed me money and dropped me off at the mall for new shoes.
In retrospect I realize I should never have been dropped off anywhere alone to buy myself anything that I’d later be wearing. When I was 25 my sister took me by the hand to revamp a wardrobe that consisted of two hoodies, a pair of jeans and sweatpants.
Where was she when I was 15?
Oh wait she was wearing bowling shoes to school…never mind. I digress.
What I’m trying to say is that after years of wearing the same uniform to school every day I was really in no position to be picking out my own clothes. Some of my favorite fashion fails include (but are in no way limited to) the following:
- I paired tapered grey sweats with my older sister’s black checkered blazer.
- I carefully tucked a cream colored turtle neck into a pair of pin striped mom jeans.
- My favorite sweater was purchased for three dollars at a thrift shop that no doubt belonged to an 80 year old retired college professor.
But if there’s one thing I knew it’s that the rich girls at my school shopped at Nordstrom…and THAT was exactly where I was headed. The problem is, because I’m a taller girl, I happen to have larger feet. For this reason I decided to bypass the racks of feminine boots, pumps, sneakers, and flats and headed directly for the Men’s section of the department store.
Sure, I browsed. I carefully inspected the shoes, turning them over in my hands before finding the perfect pair. I don’t recall whether or not the young man who helped me was puzzled by a 15 year old girl’s presence in the men’s section of the store because I didn’t think it was odd in the slightest. I sat in the chair and kicked my feet patiently as I waited for him to return with my size. I was a little annoyed that he felt it necessary to put the shoes on me, but I allowed it and then determined they were perfect.
And what do we do when we’ve discovered the perfect shoe ladies?
We buy one in each color.
Which is exactly what I did. The shoes I chose looked eerily similar to these (not quite so shiny):
What was that man thinking when he rung up that bill for me? I don’t know.
What was my mother thinking when I pulled my purchases from their packages and tromped about in two pairs of grown ass men’s shoes? I don’t know.
What were my girlfriends thinking when I kicked those shoes off upon entering their homes and then laced them back up when it was time to leave again? I don’t know.
But I can tell you what my friend Brian Johnson was thinking when he spotted my shoes in computer class later in the year and then glanced at our computer teacher Mr. Fosberg’s shoes and then back at mine again…he was thinking,
“Errrrr….Bushka?”
And it was in that moment. That moment alone. With Brian Johnson, our school’s star basketball player and the king of dishing. shit. out. that I realized I had made a big mistake. I could hold my own with Brian. We had a playful friendship, he was funny, and I was dishing it out to him just as often as he was to me.
But when he performed a dramatic triple take from my shoes to Mr. Fosberg’s and back again, I knew I had nothing. No retaliation about an air ball or his saggy pants was going to help me recover from the fact that I was wearing men’s shoes to school everyday.
And not any man’s shoes.
Mr. Fosberg’s shoes.
“Bushka?? Have you uhhh been shopping in Fosberg’s closet because uhhhh….*insert dramatic triple take*….I think you’ve been shopping in Fosberg’s closet.”
In my defense, he WAS the best-dressed teacher in the school.
The Prompts:
1.) Last week we covered your Top 10 Life Stories…this week choose one and share all the details.
2.) Are you on Pinterest? Share the last five items you pinned, choose one and let it inspire a blog post.
3.) What were you like in high school?
4.) Share a photo that was taken of you, that you think really captures who you are.
5.) The one place in my life that I know better, but haven’t been able to do better is… (inspired by Oprah)